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Parallel	By : AidaLily Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. I make no money from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 - In the Midst of Nothingness
- 2-Chapter 2 - What is Reality?
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Welcome to my newest story! This one will update once a month until I have completed Ronald Weasley's Strategies.
I do not own Harry Potter or make money from this fanfiction. Characters are OOC because I am pretty sure this never happened in cannon. I mean Ron married Hermione in cannon. Well that is the end of my mini rant.
Enjoy!

The winds are blowing once again.
Everyone is sleeping.
Where will he fall from next?
To find his lover weeping.
Blaise Zabini heard the familiar ghostly song as he walked along the deserted streets of wizarding London. It was soft and quiet even with the rush of people on the street. The images were what Blaise saw.
He wasn't dead, but he was trapped in a never-ending sea of despair. The only time he had was when this universe and the one he came from aligned. It had to deal with the striking of the clock and the mist that seemed to rise only with this particular hour. One might think it was fitting for this and others might not understand, but when the clock struck 11pm, he only went to one place.
At this place, he would stare into the window of his home. He would see a snippet of the person he had once dreamed of. He would see a life that he wanted and should have had. He would see heaven spotted with hell and his dreams all at once. However, it was not him who had that place. It was her.
The girl whom many had stated stole his heart when they all attended Hogwarts. The girl, no, the woman who was living the life he had wanted to lead. He would have loved to been with his crush and for a split moment, he thought he would be. Everything had all come to a head where it always does… the summer after graduation.
It was a time when everyone was saying goodbye and enjoying their last vestiges of freedom before they went down their chosen career paths and began the rest of their lives. However, sometimes the people that you know aren't people that you should trust. Neville Longbottom was still in hiding for what he had done. The calm, loyal, former Gryffindor male had decided that his friends, associates, and family didn't deserve their happy endings.
After all, why should they?
Instead, Neville was both a hero from the war and yet upset with life in general. Everyone had said Neville would be this wonderfully sweet person who would end up teaching Herbology or studying plants or even opening his own flower shop. There was never a reason someone may have had for not trusting Neville. In fact, everyone trusted him even Draco and he rarely trusts anyone but select few people anymore.
They had all decided to have a nice fun little party at Pansy's house. She wanted to practice being a hostess for varying events and so everyone agreed to go there. It was a nice place and there was nothing out of the ordinary that anyone had expected. If they had known, maybe someone would have tried to talk Neville out of what he had become or perhaps made him realize how sincere they were in their apologies. It could be possible that none of that was going to help them at all.
The night started with a beautiful dinner and then everyone just sat around and talked. No one saw that Neville has been using magic to slip a particular pollen mixture into the wine that Pansy was getting ready to bring out, not even Pansy herself. Of course, that could have been because Pansy and Neville seemed to have become best friends at some point and she entrusted him with a lot of her secrets.
Everyone thanked Pansy for the wine, held a toast to new beginnings, and then disaster struck.
Harry and Draco had been separated by mirrors, but managed to use their strength to get back to one another. It had been them who had helped everyone else and figured out what happened. The disappearance of Neville with a note explaining that he wanted to destroy all of their happiness was pretty telling. He didn't know the effects though and would just appreciate hearing about them happening.
Pansy found herself stuck in the walls of her own home, literally. It had taken almost two weeks to get her out of the house and that was thanks to Hermione and Draco working tirelessly together to find a spell. Blaise had been able to view everything that evening at precisely the time they had started to drink the wine. He didn't realize for a few hours that no one could see him.
They had all been confined to Pansy's house, but not him.
No, he had been stuck in a parallel time stream that was more like a black misty void until a particular hour. Why him? Everything had seemed like it would have been perfect that evening. Pansy had planned to ask Hermione on a date to see if they were compatible. Harry and Draco had been dating for as long as anyone could remember. It was amazing that none of the adults had caught on to it. Seriously, Snape was supposed to be this amazing legilimens. Dumbledore was supposed to be this old man who knew everything and even Lucius Malfoy claimed to have eyes and ears everywhere, but no one could tell those two were dating but their closest friends? Idiots.
Anyway, Blaise had managed to finally corner Ron that evening. They had been exchanging letters and glances since their final year at Hogwarts. It had taken a while, but in all honesty his encouragement to ask out the fiery tempered redhead was the redhead himself. Ron's last letter stated quite clearly that if Blaise wanted him so much, then stop with the flowery bullshit and ask him out. It was all Ron was waiting for.
Blaise was stuck unable to contact him or anything. All he could do was watch from afar as Ron went on with his life and that is where he was now. Right now, Blaise was staring into Ron's window and watching him have this happy family with Hermione Granger. He guessed that Hermione's date with Pansy hadn't worked out too well for either of the women, though he had never gone to see Pansy after they got her out of the wall. He hadn't gone to see Draco or Harry either, but had seen them in passing at Ron's house.
His heart clenched in his chest as he watched Ron and Hermione share a kiss with one another as Hermione went to go put their child to bed. This wasn't supposed to his reality. This wasn't supposed to be any reality! It should be him and Ron and their children and something that wasn't this… anything but this. Couldn't he have been with Harry, Draco, or anyone else? Why did his happy ending have to be with her?
Blaise looked at the clock and knew he'd only have thirty more minutes of watching this torture and yes it was indeed torture. Still, Blaise would rather be tortured every day of his life than to never see Ron again.
~Ronald Weasley~
It was 11pm again, wasn't it? He hated that time more than anything else in the world. The one thing he wanted had slipped through his grasp with the emergence of a new Dark Lord as he saw it. No one could guess why Neville had betrayed them all with his actions. What could he have possibly gained from it?
Money?
Fame?
No. Those couldn't be it at all. Neville was a decently well-off pureblood that was famous for killing Nagini in the war and for his efforts in bridging the gap between everyone. He was even dating a pureblood witch named Daphne Greengrass and one of the most respected men in the wizarding world.
It had to be something else that caused him to snap the way he did. After all, nothing made sense and the only person that they could ask about it, disappeared without a trace. His mother and sister had seemingly abandoned him for not marrying Hermione right out of high school and instead entertaining a relationship with Blaise.
Ron didn't regret it for one second. The times he had gone out to lunch with the dark-skinned Slytherin were what made him the happiest. Of course, he hadn't quite told their mutual friends about the happy lunch meetings because he was afraid that they might pressure Blaise into asking him out before he was ready. He didn't want to do that to him and so he just kept up their lunches, letters, and glances until he couldn't take it anymore.
The summer would be over soon and he wanted to know what they had. All the flirting, talking about their likes and dislikes, and so much more, he told Blaise he wouldn't send another letter until he asked him out. He could tell after a while that Blaise liked him as much as he had liked the Italian. It was a bit of a stretch sending him an ultimatum like he had, but he knew that the other would take his dear sweet time asking him out. He told his parents about hoping Blaise asked him out and his father was rather pleased while his mom was less than happy. It was something like she felt he wouldn't follow his dreams and just be another pureblood snooty pants or something.
Ron had calmly reminded her that they were purebloods too and that Blaise didn't care about any of those things. His mother had just continued to throw a fit and he left saying he had no reason to stay there. She had asked him how he would support himself, but actually thanks to asking Draco to make a few smart investments for him with money earned from his photoshoots and interviews following the war, he had enough to buy his own place. As for learning the necessities to survival such as cooking and cleaning, he had managed to take on an abandoned house elf that threatened to harm itself if it didn't get a master.
Still… everything fell apart thanks to Neville.
Why couldn't someone else be stuck in a parallel dimension? No. It had to be Blaise that was stuck there and unable to come out. After countless research, they were still nowhere near close to figuring out how to find him or save him. In fact, it was the whole reason Ron became an Auror.
He had been going to help out his brothers at their shop before this happened. Once it happened, he decided to be an Auror for the sake of hunting down Neville. He wanted to know how to get Blaise back from where ever the hell Neville had sent him. Right now, he was sitting by the window hoping to catch even a glimpse of Blaise from the other dimension. Hermione had stated that Blaise could probably see their world around the time that they drank the spiked wine which was 11pm.
It had been Draco's idea that anger could sometimes pull a person into another dimension, but it hadn't worked. They staged a wedding with Hermione, but neither he nor Hermione were married. They didn't have children or anything as people would have thought they might end up having. Actually, Hermione came over to make sure that he didn't do anything stupid and give any report on the research everyone was doing for them when they had a moment.
He felt bad about them helping so much, but they insisted. It wouldn't be fair for them to be happy and he wasn't. So every night at about 11pm, Ron would come and sit by this window. Sometimes by looking out of it, he could see visions of a happy family with him and Blaise. He imagined coming home from working in the shop and Blaise coming home from working in the ministry or working at a restaurant the other owned.
Ron could see a pretty mixed-child with freckles and curly brown hair as if the child couldn't decide which parent it wanted to take after more. All of this stolen away for some reason that he would never get to know thanks to someone he thought had been a friend. He glanced at the clock frowning as the clock was one minute to midnight and knew he wouldn't get any of those visions anymore. It hurt him, but he remembered that there was always tomorrow night.
The redhead stood up from his chair and went over to the window touching the glass with a sad forlorn look on his face.
And on the other side of the glass, Blaise had his hands against the glass as well wishing that he was the one with Ron right now.
Neither of them could see one another, but they both had their hands pressed to the glass. A single tear slid down the face of two men… one in this dimension and one in the next.
As the clock struck midnight and the dimensions split once more, both of them wondered if they'd ever have their happy ending.
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